Harley's Choice by Shaelin Ferra

forgot, here.” He handed me a
brief case that was similar to that of what a doctor would use.
    “The full package?” He nodded, “it was
unnecessary but thanks.”
    “I wanted you to be prepared.”
    “Yes thank you.” I walked him to the door.
“One more thing…” I hesitated and I guess he read my mind.
    “We are not supposed to say until after the
wedding.”
    “But I don’t what them to fall in love with
a lie.”
    “Well since we’ve know them since you guys
were young dad may let it slide, but you have to talk to him.” I
bit my lip and batted my lashes at him. “Yes, yes, I’ll bring it up
and see what he says.”
    I smiled and pulled him down into a big hug.
“Thanks big brother.”
    “You.” Was all he said as he walked out the
door, I laughed and skipped to the bed and opened the case. Inside
were two Glock .40s with five additional magazines and holsters,
and thigh straps, another set of throwing knives and beneath that
was a removal bottom hiding my range of poisons. Cyanide and
Arsenic of course, along with some rarer ones, ricin, three types
of nightshade belladonna, jimson and mandrake, rosary pea, hemlock
and odollum, they all were familiar to me and all very deadly.
    I closed up the case and placed it in my
suitcase. I sat on my bed staring into nothing, but seeing
Captain’s big ole’ mug staring back at me; my eyes blurred with
tears then I lost my breath with despair and anger rolled into one
giant knot at the base of my throat.
    I needed to hit something. I needed to kill
someone – Marcus!
    So I tore opened the phone book and tried to
recall the name of the gym Carson had mentioned earlier, “Tom’s,” I
spoke as the name came back to me.
    I found three Tom’s gyms nearby, so I sat
and made calls.
    The first one I called would be pleased to
get me in, but they don’t have sparring abilities, the second one
was a boxer’s gym but had no woman to spar with me, and wouldn’t
even speak with me about sparring with a man. That one I thought
about going too just for spite.
    The last one was apparently the right one.
“Yes, I know Kit Carson, he used to come in here a lot.”
    “Great, I was hoping to find the right one.
He said you have sparing on site?”
    “That is correct.”
    “Great Tom, see you soon.” I hung up on
whatever he was going to say and grabbed my messenger bag and
headed out.
    Then I stopped as I passed the mirror and
decided getting dressed would be the important part at this
particular moment. I quickly grabbed and threw on jeans and a tee
and strapped my tennies to my feet. My hair, unfortunately, can
never be rushed; I brushed it out with a wet brush so the curls
wouldn’t frizz and then pulled it all up in a pony tail that sat on
the top of my head.
    Finally I was ready to go and I glanced at
the clock, only twenty passed two, I have been on an emotional
rollercoaster for the last twenty minutes and for someone like me
that’s not good. I grabbed my purse again and slid the key into the
pocket and left.
    I had
hailed a cab and given him the address and sat back trying to see
the path we took, but being blinded by tears and anger. My new
phone was in my pocket; my brother had already seen to it that it
was activated as of this morning that would explain the lack of
texts and calls, but since my brother told me about Captain, my
phone has been blowing up with his texts. He was worried he said,
wanted to know if I was alright. I simply wrote back, ‘going to
blow off steam, no bullets here.’ Needless to say he’s called me
twice since that one. I finally told him I was alright and heading
to a gym, he said he’d come and fight with me.
    I accepted the challenge.
    For thirty minutes as I awaited my brother’s
arrival I had been hitting the same spot on the huge punching bag
and never once feeling better, I needed flesh to hit, but whether
it was the look in my eye or the simple fact that I was woman had
all the men keeping their distances.
    As the